The Secret Life of a Nighttime Masseuse :

The Secret Life of a Nighttime Masseuse


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I am a housewife in my 40s.
My children have started working and moved out.
My husband works night shifts frequently, so I also chose a night job to cherish our time together.
I work as a massage therapist.
I receive requests from business hotels and move around to provide massages.
The pay is good at night, and the treatment is quite favorable. It does require physical strength, though.
It has been two years since I started massaging, and my income has become quite substantial.
The source of this income is handjob services for my massage clients.
It all started when a certain client asked for a handjob during a massage session.

Of course, I have a husband and children, and I had no intention of engaging in such activities, so I refused. However, the client offered me $100 and handed me a $100 bill.
Since I was working for money, I couldn't turn my eyes away from the $100 bill in front of me.
I nervously grabbed the client's already hard genitalia and started moving my hand up and down.
The client finished in less than five minutes.
I was surprised, thinking, "What? $100 in less than five minutes?" Moreover, since it was given to me personally, I didn't have to pay taxes on it, and I got the full amount.
I started to get a little interested and did some research.
I found out that many clients at night ask for handjobs.
So, I decided to investigate the going rates and asked clients how much they would pay when they requested a handjob.
The results varied widely, from $30 to $70, but that seemed to be the general range. Sometimes, someone would give $100, but that was rare.

When I casually asked a colleague I had become friends with if any clients asked for handjobs, she replied that it was a daily occurrence and that she was also receiving extra fees for it.
I also learned that many others were charging clients similarly.
The going rate seemed to be around $30 to $50.

I set my price at $70.
It might seem high, but surprisingly, many clients were willing to pay, which astonished me.
Men must have strong sexual desires since they need to release when they are pent up.

As I escalated, I learned various techniques.
Methods to naturally expose the client's body and ways to get them in the mood.
It's more profitable if more clients request it rather than just waiting for requests.
For clients who seemed unlikely to request or seemed timid, I would subtly encourage them.
While pretending to massage, I would casually touch and stimulate the client's genitalia multiple times.
When the client's genitalia became erect, it usually succeeded.

As I continued, my income became substantial.
I also started to feel a sense of conquest in making men climax.
No matter how impressive they looked, most would finish in less than five minutes.
Rarely did anyone last more than ten minutes.
I would think triumphantly, "Even someone who looks so impressive finishes in less than five minutes with a housewife's hand."

Let me share two memorable experiences.

The first was a 21-year-old man who was my type. He seemed quiet, and I later learned he had no experience with women and was a virgin.
It was surprising that someone like him had no experience, probably because he was very shy or had no opportunities.
I massaged him thoroughly, almost savoring his body.
From the middle, his robe was open, and his underwear was fully exposed, but he didn't seem to mind and continued the massage.

Since he seemed too quiet to request a handjob himself, I initiated it.
With his underwear fully exposed, I spread his legs and started massaging his thighs.
At this point, his genitalia was peeking out from the gap in his underwear.
I covered his face with a towel, saying it was too bright, and while staring at his genitalia, I massaged his thighs.
Then, I moved to the base of his legs, touching his genitalia multiple times to stimulate him.
He was tense and seemed agitated.

The base of the legs is ticklish, but simultaneously stimulating the genitalia made it harden quickly.
His hands were floating in the air, trying to stop the erection but lacking the courage to do so.

I grabbed his genitalia with one hand and massaged the base of his legs with the other.
His genitalia became harder in my hand.
After moving to the lower body massage, the conversation stopped, and in the silence, only the sound of the massage could be heard as I started moving my hand up and down on his hardened genitalia.
He twitched and tensed up.
As I continued, he suddenly grabbed my hand.
Looking at his face, covered with a towel, I couldn't see his expression, but his heavy breathing indicated he was close to climaxing.
This is where my business comes in.

"Do you want to release and feel refreshed?"
I asked, and he immediately replied,
"Please."

"It's an extra $70, is that okay?"
After a brief pause, he replied,
"Please."

I took the towel off, received the money first, then had him lie down again and covered his face with the towel.
I opened his robe wide for when he ejaculated and pulled his underwear down to his knees.
Then, I grabbed his genitalia, squeezed it slightly, and started moving my hand in small, quick motions.

"Ah, ah," he moaned, and in about 15 seconds,
"I'm coming."

At the same time, he ejaculated forcefully, with semen splattering from his stomach to his chest.
It's amazing to earn $70 in such a short time.
It's hard to deny paying so easily for hard-earned money.

The other memorable experience was with a woman around 20 years old.
It wasn't intentional, but it happened by chance.
She was also staying for training, and I never imagined it would turn out that way.
Since she was a woman, I had given up on charging her, and I wasn't interested in women as I'm not a lesbian.

She seemed very quiet and extremely sensitive.
It started with her lying face down, and she occasionally made sounds of pleasure when I massaged her lower back, but that was common with all clients, so I didn't pay much attention.
However, when I moved from her buttocks to the base of her legs, she reacted strongly, tensing up and making different sounds of pleasure.

I wondered if it was painful and asked, "Is it too strong?" but she only replied, "No."
At that moment, I realized she was very sensitive and continued the massage.
After finishing with her feet, I started massaging upwards again.
When I reached her thighs and moved towards the base of her legs, she tensed up again.

When I pressed the base of her legs, she twitched and made a loud sound of pleasure, trying to cover it up with a cough.
Seeing her like that made me feel irritated, so I focused on massaging that sensitive area.
It's annoying when someone feels pleasure while I'm trying to massage them.
Since I focused on her sensitive area, she twitched a lot and seemed very agitated.
She tried to suppress her voice, but it kept leaking out.
At that moment, I thought about charging her.
I had her turn over.
Since I had focused on the base of her legs, she seemed very sensitive, and her eyes were glazed over.
I covered her face with a towel and did as I pleased.

I opened her robe from the waist down, exposing her legs and underwear.
Then, I started massaging slowly and carefully from the bottom.
Since I was touching her bare feet, she felt it more than before.
When I reached her thighs, she tensed up again.
I massaged her thighs slowly and carefully.
By this time, her breathing was heavy, and her gasps echoed in the room.
I spread her legs wide and pressed the base of her legs.

She was very sensitive, twitching and convulsing, gripping the sheets with one hand and covering her mouth with the other to suppress her voice, but it kept leaking out.
I understood she didn't want to be seen feeling pleasure, but I had no sympathy for women, so I continued pressing the base of her legs.

Her hips twitched, and she seemed to be crying, "Please touch my vagina."
I was sure she was ready, but since it was my first time with a woman, I confirmed by rubbing her slit over her underwear three times.
She made a loud sound of pleasure.
She tried to suppress her voice by covering her mouth with both hands, but the sudden rubbing made her moan loudly, echoing in the room.
Since she didn't resist, I decided to charge her as much as possible.
First, I said,
"I've recently started an upper body oil massage. It's $30 during the trial period. Would you like to try it? It will make you look beautiful."
She quickly agreed.

I received the $30 first and covered her face with a towel again.
Then, I untied her robe and opened it wide.
She had a beautiful body, as expected of someone young, but it irritated me more because she was a woman.
I applied plenty of oil to my hands and rubbed it on her body.
Her body twitched, and her moans were loud. Since she seemed to enjoy it so much, I teased her a bit,
"Ma'am, it's late at night, and if you make too much noise, it might be heard in the next room. They might think something strange is happening, so please lower your voice."
I said.

She blushed and apologized,
"I'm sorry."

I'm quite mean to women, so I started massaging her breasts with both hands.
She desperately covered her mouth with her hands.
I pinched and twisted her nipples with both hands, flicking them quickly with my index fingers, and she squirmed and endured.
Her struggling was amusing, so I continued playing with her nipples for about ten minutes.
I got excited and tried to make her feel more pleasure.
After finishing the oil massage and removing my hands, she was in a terrible state.
Her breathing was heavy, her body and face were red, and her legs were fidgeting.

This was the crucial moment.
I removed the towel from her face and asked,
"Ma'am, the session is over, but there's still some time left. Is there any area you'd like me to focus on?"

She grabbed my hand and looked at me with glazed eyes.
She seemed on the verge of tears, unable to ask me to touch her vagina.
I smiled and said,
"I understand. Here, right?"
I placed my hand on her slit over her underwear and rubbed it.
She moaned and closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure.
"It's hard to sleep when you're aroused, isn't it?"
I said while rubbing her slit.
"But my job is to massage, not to do such things."
I made her feel despair for a moment,
"But I do offer such services for an extra fee. It's expensive, though."
I continued rubbing her slit.

She listened silently.
I seized the opportunity and said,
"It's $150. Is that okay?"
I don't show mercy to women.
She looked at me with glazed eyes.
"The session is over, so there's an extension fee of $50, making it $200. But it's unlimited time until you climax once. No matter how long it takes, it ends when you climax."
$200 was a gamble, but I saw several $100 bills when I received the $30, so I thought it might work. If she refused, I could lower the price.

She seemed to struggle with the $200.
I slid my hand into her underwear and rubbed her slit directly,
"What do you want to do?" I asked.
Her slit was incredibly wet.
While rubbing her slippery slit, she gripped my hand tightly and said,
"Please."
Foolish. Many people would pay to be with her. Paying $200 to an older woman to satisfy her desires is foolish.
After receiving the money, I quickly made her climax and left.
I removed her underwear, spread her legs wide, and made her form an M shape.
I rubbed her slit with my right middle finger and inserted it.
I moved my finger in and out, rubbing her sensitive spots.
When I found them, I played with her clitoris with my left hand while rubbing her sensitive spots with my finger.
She climaxed quickly, like a man with premature ejaculation.
In less than five minutes, she whispered, "I'm coming, I'm coming," and tensed up, climaxing easily.

While she was enjoying the afterglow with her eyes closed, I washed my hands, got ready to leave, and said,
"I'll be leaving now. Sleep well and do your best at work."
I left the room.
I earned $200 in 5-6 minutes.
This was my only experience with a woman, but I find it more enjoyable and easier with men.
I'll continue to do my best.



A devoted storyteller, intertwining romance and desire. Loves crafting tales by the fire. Resides in a cozy city apartment filled with art and soft lighting.

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